[The 'Easter Weak End' metaphor, as explained by Richard
Jarboe Inspired me to write these few lines]
I have died a thousand deaths
And come back alive
A thousand times too
But, I never equated the betrayal
Leading to death and life again
To the Easter parable, till today
You opened a window and showed me
The warmth that remains
And revives me again
Each time to love and life
Is by the purging of self
Through the pyre of pain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
coward dies every moment.....